It is that time of the year when I pack to leave the safe comforts ( yeah right! ) of home once again. After 2 weeks, I kicked laziness in the @#$% and dragged my trolley out of the loft. This was going to be the most interesting part of my packing just yet. Clothes!! But I was totally not ready for what was going to happen next. I have always complained that I did not have enough clothes. Boy, was i wrong there. Within minutes, my room was strewn around with dresses of all kinds, old and new. I got down to business and started to put them in my bag. After half an hour, my bag was full. There was still a lot on the floor. This is the moment where I start panicking. Damn these baggage restrictions. I was sure then that I would exceed the allowances and we all know what that means.(From ze parents.) The most popular dialogues (chosen after a lot of filtering) would be, 'Who asked you to shop when you already have so much?' and 'What?!? You just bought those a couple of months ago, I paid so much for it, you are spoilt, when I was young, I did not have these comforts, blah blah blah'. So boring and repetetive. I have heard this for 22 years of my life. :-S. So back to where I left, I unpacked again, sorted out what I had and decided that some of it was going to stay here at home only. And yes, I was prepared to face the lecture that would follow later.
After the clothes, I remembered the shoes. The thought brought back a few painful memories. Quite literally. The last time I wore those shoes, I had blood clots in my toenails. That's how bad they were. I had conveniently forgotten to mention to my parents that the shoes we bought last year were way too tight for me to wear again. And everytime they asked me about it, I told them they were there inside, I was preserving them for later. Later had arrived. The shoes were covered in dust. Sigh. I washed them and asked brilliant friends for ideas on what to do... I figured I had to get new ones unless I was ok with spending the other half of my life with crushed toes or something like that. So there I was, with no place to fit what I already had, and yet thinking of shopping again. Should I call it the girls bug?!?
